Echoes of Fae: Book One of the Divine Read Online Free

lap and they would go flying down until Thane stopped them in midair. Eventually she could go on her own and he would catch her. He said the sensation of falling was one of his favorites.
                  Melody pressed the heel of her hands against her temple as a headache assaulted her. Thane was Alastaf’s younger brother. They were both the sons of the Pacretine and the former Macretine, Serendipity. Melody was the youngest child of the Pacretine, being around a decade younger than Thane is. The Agouran people who did not live in the palace thought Melody was Genewen's until they saw the Pramacretine. She looked hardly like Andover and nothing like Genewen. Thane and Alastaf’s mother died in battle. Serendipity was C’ghalie who led the cavalry into the bloodiest battle of the entire war. It was the battle to end the war. Melody wished she could have met the former Macretine. Melody heard that in life Serendipity was an incredible woman.
                  The banister was so very long; it seemed the ride would go on forever. She would imagine flying through the air, seeing the cities and forests below her. Melody and her youngest older brother had always been very close. Thane adored Melody and everyone knew it. It was evident in how he doted on her. He used to love to hear her sing and to watch her do small Ether. They did everything together. When he came of age Thane went away to the Healer’s Conclave, apprenticed as a Healer. He worked for an old Healer in Feruun, a village very near the Tre'bulie Mountains, which traced the lip of the Divide, after his initial training. Melody missed him.
                  The young Pramacretine remembered the time she slid down the banister and as she hit the incline Andover called Thane away and Melody landed on the gardener. Though the middle aged Human had been shocked, he had always been strong and good-humored. He reacted by rolling about laughing with her until Genewen found them. Thane’s absence burned her with loneliness.
                  Melody looked up from her thoughts and shook them from her head. She jumped up onto the banister and slid down. She closed her eyes and listened to the air waft over her ears. Melody reached the incline; ready to land on the hard palace floor. When Melody landed softly instead of hitting the hard floor, she gasped and opened her eyes to see a handsome, young man holding her in his arms. He had deep green eyes with flakes of yellow in them. His hair was long, black and he had tied it back with a string. It looked as though his hair found the position offensive and was escaping tenaciously. Melody saw a flush creep up his face and cheeks just below his skin. Melody could not stop herself; she burst out in laughter. He hid his face as he set her down.
                  “This is my daughter, Pramacretine Melody. Melody, this is Jaxon Callfah, of Derms,” Andover smiled as he introduced them. “It seems my darling daughter is discovering flight,” Andover teased. Melody noticed scars among Jaxon's features. She noticed the play of emotion across the young man's face. He first seemed surprised, then embarrassed, pleased, dismayed, sad and back to embarrassment. Jaxon shook himself as he delivered a stately bow.
                  “I have as yet only discovere1qad falling, Father, flight continues to elude me!” Melody said, facing her father. She turned and inclined her head to Jaxon. She smiled brightly as she spoke, “Please, call me Melody. We all know I am a Pacretine’s daughter, there is no reason to put it in my name.” Jaxon stared incredulously. Beneath his surprise was guilt and hesitance. He had heard many stories about the Pramacretine and he was not sure any of them fit the beautiful young woman smiling at him. 
                  “Call me Jax, if you will,” Jax said, his voice small, but respectful. Melody realized after a moment that his